Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Who Sent the Counterfeit?
Yigol Mat coldly glanced at Carmine Salt and said, “Miss Swift, let make things clear so that there’s no misunderstanding about my sister-in-law, Mrs. Mat. She’s the wife of the Mat family, do you really think she would be interested in your thirty-million-dollar ancient painting? What a joke!”
Carmine was speechless.
The crowd seed to understand now: it was Miss Swift who had initiated the bet, causing Mrs. Mat to stake her billion-dollar necklace, while she had only put up a thirty-million-dollar painting.
Miss Swift had lost and was now unwilling to hand over the painting, which was indeed inappropriate.
Tracy Swift’s face was ashen, and she forced herself to suppress her anger. She spoke in a gentle tone, “A few days ago, I bet with Mrs. Mat. I’ve lost the ‘Early Winter Snow Painting’, and I’ll give it to her once this banquet is over.”
Carmine Salt was still not satisfied. “It was just a casual bet, does she really have to…”
“A casual bet? Miss Swift, you bet with my sister-in-law on who could find the world’s top porcelain master. You, a mber of the porcelain family, dared to make such a bet with her. Tsk tsk…”
Yigol Mat sneered, the aning clear: betting on sothing only she was an expert in and making others stake valuable items, it seed like Tracy Swift was in the wrong!
Tracy Swift lowered her eyes, biting her teeth, not knowing how to refute. She could only suppress her anger and squeeze out a smile, before changing the subject, “Mrs. Mat, we’re about the sa age. Is it all right if I call you by your first na?”
“Mr. Yigol Mat sent a famille rose hollowed porcelain vase as a congratulatory gift. Xaviera, what did you give? I wonder if I would have the honor to see it?”
The guests’ gifts had been sent directly to the backyard upon arrival, and then checked and recorded by the housekeeper. However, there were so valuable or special items that were opened in front of everyone for them to see.
The others didn’t find Tracy’s words strange, but Yigol Mat looked furious. This woman knew perfectly well that Xaviera and she had sent the sa gifts and still asked in front of everyone, clearly trying to make Xaviera feel embarrassed.
At that mont, soone with keen eyes noticed Xaviera’s gift, “Huh? Mrs. Mat sent a painting as well? It looks a lot like the one Miss Swift sent, the ‘Thousand Character Longevity’.”
The crowd imdiately stretched their necks, very curious about Xaviera’s gift.
Tracy Swift furrowed her brows, “Indeed, Xaviera. The pattern on the box is identical to the one on the ‘Thousand Character Longevity’ box, even the ribbon is the sa color. What a coincidence.”
“Xaviera, can you open this gift box and let us have a look? We’re really curious about your gift for the old lady, please let everyone have a look.”
Without waiting for Xaviera’s consent, Carmine Salt casually pulled the ribbon on the box, revealing the contents: a red scroll that looked very festive, with a few large characters reading “Thousand Character Longevity”.
The crowd gasped.
“Didn’t Miss Swift give ‘Thousand Character Longevity’? How co Mrs. Mat gave the sa?”
“Could it be a mix-up? Maybe when registering it in the backyard, they accidentally switched it. When Miss Swift entered, we all saw her carrying the ‘Thousand Character Longevity’, how did it now end up with Mrs. Mat?”
“Mrs. Mat, the gift you’re bringing can’t be ‘Thousand Character Longevity’, right? Even if you forgot to prepare a gift yourself, you can’t just give soone else’s gift to soone!”
Startled for a few seconds, Tracy Swift feigned amazent, “Mrs. Mat, this is my gift! How did it end up with you? And it even has your na on it.”
Just as Yigol was about to speak, Carmine Salt suddenly interrupted, “No, this isn’t Tracy’s painting. This one has an extra ink mark on it, while Tracy’s was clean and spotless.”
“How can there be two ‘Thousand Character Longevity’ paintings? Sir Whitman only made one! Could one of them be a counterfeit?”
Soone had brought a counterfeit gift to the Mat family’s longevity banquet, and if this were to spread, the person would be utterly humiliated and never be able to show their face in upper-class society ever again.
One was the daughter of the porcelain family, and the other was Caleb Mat’s wife. Both had high statuses, so how could they have given counterfeit gifts?
Boyd Drew stepped forward, speaking gently, “Why not have a professional appraise it then? We can’t accept a counterfeit, can we, Mr. Caleb Mat?”
Caleb Mat looked at the man before him. His mory was sowhat blurry, but he was clear about Boyd Drew’s identity; he was the person who replaced him as the legitimate heir.
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